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“Green, why am I getting calls asking about our wedding?”
“What?”
Red groaned in pain as Green lept from the couch in horror. Green rubbed the top of his head that had collided with the bottom of Red’s jaw, shooting his fiancé an apologetic look before returning his attention to his phone.
Leaf was on the other line, clearly beside herself. “Apparently, a massive gossip influencer decided to tell everyone we were married, and their video blew the fuck up. And guess who their friend is? Your number-fuckin’-one pupil: Selene! You told her something, didn’t you, you dick!”
Turning his head, Green exchanged a look with Red. He only shrugged, bemused, and turned his attention back to the TV. Green groaned inwardly— he was alone for this one.
“Why would I want to tell her we were married? And does it really matter what one person says about it? It’s all just speculation—”
“It’s ruining my life, Green!” He heard Leaf slump on the other side. The air grew heavy as her voice grew hushed and insistent, “All interviewers and journalists want to talk to me about is you. I built my platform from the ground up alone— on my expertise and wit. And now, all of it is getting pushed to the side to talk marriage!”
Green lightly got up from the couch. Leaf’s voice was straining. A stone settled deep into his stomach and pushed his gut down to his knees. Red had paused to look his way, concerned about the harsh tone emanating from Green’s speaker. Green was starting to feel sick. He’d done something— he just knew it.
Leaf continued, “It’s hard to share a spotlight with you and Red, but tack on being a woman to that, and all is lost. I’m not here to be a pretty elbow-warmer for you, Green Oak. I can’t believe you’d lie about me like that!”
Green’s neck prickled with anxiety. Leaf never got serious with him. She expertly danced around issues and dodged every bullet shot at her. They were a proximity-and-gossip sect of close friends, not a feelings-and-secrets type. He felt guilty, but Green knew he hadn’t intentionally sullied Leaf’s name. But this severity and sincerity sunk in like sodden silt into Green’s skin.
“Leaf, I’ve— honest to god— never even muttered your name around Selene. I don’t know what’s happening right now. You know more about all this than I do. What did this person even say in this video? Can’t you just deny it and wait for it to blow over?”
“It’s gotten to the point that I have to address it. If the mainstream media asks me about gossip, I have to respond!” She fiddled with something. “Did you give Selene the impression that we were dating? Something you said that might have hinted something— anything?”
“No, I don’t—” Two weeks ago was the last time he’d seen her. And what did Green say to her? “I told her I was married.”
Leaf groaned. Her fingers must have been turning white with the force she was holding onto her phone. Green was partially glad that she wasn’t around to exert that frustration elsewhere. “This is what happens when you lie, Oak! Rumors happen! Haven’t you learned anything from being in the spotlight?”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?”
“Get down on those cock-sucking knees and BEG!” Green pulled the phone away from his ear as Leaf screeched, absolutely furious. Her howls must have been loud enough to reach Red, who flinched slightly. Green turned his volume down a little, though it wasn’t doing much for Leaf’s climaxing anger. “Beg Selene to talk some sense into her friend and discredit her bullshit!”
She hung up before Green could answer. As he stood alone in the living room, he felt empty. Gingerly, Green looked over his shoulder to the couch. Red wasn’t openly looking at him, and Green appreciated the thought— he did— but the space Red was opening up was starting to feel like a void.
Pocketing his phone, Green turned his heel to puff his bottom lip at Red. He didn't say anything, only gave Green a sober look. Red had come to terms with it; the secret was out. Green wished he had his brain sometimes, always coming to a logical conclusion— sometimes, maybe just a conclusion— while Green ran ragged thinking about every last detail. When was it his turn to be the rational partner?
“What am I supposed to tell her?”
[The truth] signed Red’s simple reply.
Green pushed back the urge to cut his mutinous fingers off. What if Selene wasn’t ready for the truth? What if she spread it to all of Alola? What if Green woke up one day and there was an article about his and Red’s sex life on the front of a magazine? What if people started taking pictures of their private moments together to sell to shitty gossip websites? What if—
Red shifted. Green began to fidget with his ring while his fiancé stood up to join him. He wasn’t in trouble with Red, but he may as well have been. Here Green was, dragging Red along with him again. He didn’t deserve to get run through the mud that seemed to trail Green wherever he went. Green was walking ahead of his partner again instead of just waiting so they could stride hand in hand. Now, Red had to deal with the lie about him that he had no part in formulating. Time and time again, Red cleaned up Green’s mess, and what did Green do for him? It felt like he hadn’t done anything to deserve this deep bond that most people searched their entire life to find.
Gently, Red touched Green’s nose. Green followed his other index finger as it spun. [Spiral.]
Green sighed, and as the exhale blew through his body, it loosened the tension that was starting to bunch. He relaxed into the silence of the moment. Although Green had been thrown between extremes, having Red here made it less painful. Here, in his comfort, Green could start to pick through the rubble.
“I’m sorry.”
“To me?”
“Yes, to you,” Grit Green. “I don’t know how to deflect as you do, so I lied. And now look where we are.”
Red hummed as he moved his hands to settle on Green’s hips. “Take a few days to think about it.”
Green slapped his hands on Red’s shoulders. “I want someone to give me an answer. I don’t want to figure it out.”
“If I gave you an answer, how could you know if it’s the best solution if you haven’t weighed your options?” Red added on after a beat, “Coming clean is the humane thing to do. Now, it’s just a fact of how much you want to tell Selene.”
If it meant that they could move past this all, he would tell Selene everything. If every action didn’t have an equal but opposite reaction, he’d spill his guts. Green trusted Selene as a mentor who trusted their pupil. He didn’t believe Selene had broken any trust between them, at least not yet. If anything, Green was harboring cracked confidence; he was the one who lied. Speculation wasn’t a crime, after all. Publicizing that speculation was another thing, but Selene wasn’t the one behind it.
Maybe. Maybe Selene wasn’t.
Maybe Green needed to talk to her.
Slowly Red began to rock him back and forth like they were dancing. Green slumped, fully accepting his embrace. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against Red’s shoulder. A few possible questions for Selene started to bubble in Green’s mind, though, after a small while of the light stimulation, Green’s thoughts began to fog and blur.
Maybe he didn’t have to think about it tonight.
Green had a plan. Day after day, he crafted another piece to snap into place, turning it every which way and smoothing out the kinks. Green knew what to say and when to say it, and finally, he felt confident.
Life spits in the face of plans.
A sudden, brute force pushed Green into the sand. His head throbbed with the impact, adrenaline beginning to course through his body. Then, as he sat up, gentle, slobbery licks haphazardly smoothed across his face. Green blinked his eyes open to be met with Professor Kukui’s Rockruff panting and yapping proudly at him. His alarm snoozed, surrendering to the heavy puppy and scratching behind her ears. Rockruff were gentle souls, but man, if their rock-type paws didn’t pack a punch.
“Rockruff!”
If Green wasn’t awake then, he was now. Selene’s frantic voice frisbeed across the midday beach and slammed into Green’s head like a bullet. This confrontation was not happening to him, not now.
Rockruff scrambled off Green’s lap when Selene approached, out of breath and sweating profusely. Through her puffs of air, she managed a small smile and wave that Green tried his best to reciprocate. Green Oak knew he was not God’s favorite child, but this was some sort of sick joke only a deity got.
Green spun his ring nervously, clearing his throat in a way he hoped wasn’t betraying his awkwardness. “Hey, Selene. What are you doing with Rockruff?”
The said Pokémon jumped onto the poor girl’s shoulders, weighing her down and pushing a soft gasp of pain from her. Green got to his feet to offer his help, plucking up the disobedient dog and turning her belly up, attempting to soothe her. Rockruff wiggled but, after a few additional shakes, didn’t protest.
Selene’s smile was as bright as the sun when she uprighted her posture. “Professor Kukui’s out of town, so I’m dog-sitting. I’m really sorry she knocked you over! Professor’s got this thing about leashes— I don’t know.” She sighed.
Green returned her smile. It was hard not to be warmed by her presence, even with all things considered. He could schmooze for a while. He was excellent at schmoozing. “It’s okay. I get it. Red’s weird about Pokémon being in their Pokeballs for too long. He thinks it’s cramped or something.”
“It’s a Pokémon maniac thing, I guess.” She giggled. “What are you doing at the beach? Oh, wait, don’t tell me. Uh, you’re searching for schools of Wishiwashi!”
“Do you want to keep guessing, or is that your final answer?”
“Are you here on your senior-citizen allotted beach time?”
Green balked. “I am not that old!” Selene erupted into a fit of laughter. Kids these days are always looking for a reaction. He continued through gritted teeth, “Anyways, I’m here to enjoy the beach while Red goes off on Lapras to look for who knows what. I’m also making sure he doesn’t drown.”
Selene’s eyes followed the direction of Green’s pointed finger to Red, who was happily splashing with Lapras while admiring some Finneon that fluttered in the waves. She raised her hand to wave to him excitedly, which he would have been unable to see, but still, Selene went through her greeting. “You two are inseparable, aren’t you?”
He was partially glad Selene wasn’t looking his way to witness the splatter of blush across his cheeks. “You could say that.” Maybe he couldn’t get away with idle chit-chat.
“Well,” She turned towards him. “I won’t keep you too long. I—”
As Selene stepped forward to take Rockruff, Green jolted back. Fear started to heat the back of Green’s neck as she blinked at him, confused. Things could be going better.
“Uhm!” His voice had moved faster than his head. How could he create a dialogue when his entire plan had fallen apart into this mess? Desperately, he scrambled to think of what Red had said to do. Step one, be truthful and considerate. Green could do that. “Can I talk to you about something?”
Green cringed at how his voice wavered, but Selene accepted it brightly, taking a step back and nodding. “Yeah! As long as it’s not about copying Lillie’s calc homework— which I didn’t do!”
Selene was barely a worse liar than him. “No, it’s not about your academic integrity. I wanted to talk about—” Talk about what? How Selene’s little rumor was ruining one of his best friends’ social lives? Way to ease into it. “— What I told you last time you stopped by the Battle Tree.”
Her face scrunched in thought for a moment. Then, her expression cleared. “Oh, it’s about the marriage thing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I—”
“I’m so sorry, Green!”
Selene bowed her head with an intense snap. Green stood there stunned. A little bit of a preemptive apology, didn’t she think? A “sorry” this soon completely derailed any scraps of Green’s original plan and stomped them into the mud. He hadn’t even said anything!
“I don’t know what to do! I told one of my friends, and she made a post that was supposed to be private, and it’s now everywhere! I was going to come clean sooner, but I was hoping it didn’t affect you! And now it’s ruined your life, hasn’t it? Now you can’t keep any privacy or secrets to yourself, and it’s all because of me!”
Green’s head spun. “Hey— No, it’s okay! I’m not mad!”
Tears were starting to prick in Selene’s eyes. “No, it’s not okay! I messed up, and I don’t know what to do!”
Rockruff pushed herself out of Green’s arms, plopping in the sand with a thud and climbing up Selene’s shoulders to lick her face sympathetically. Green went on autopilot, crossing the short stretch of beach and hugging the now full-on crying girl close. Selene’s shoulders shook with cut-off gasps and sobs that Green tried to cushion with a light squeeze.
The poor kid seemed like she was miserable. Selene could switch her emotions on a dime, always one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but this kind of intense dam-shattering was something Green had never witnessed. What a display they must have made for the midday sun; a stressed-out mentor was comforting his apprentice over some gossip a sixteen-year-old whispered out in confidence. Green didn’t think he’d ever make a good parent if this were the rollercoaster he could come home to daily.
After a while of the all-too-warm hug in the summer’s heat, Selene pulled away, wiping her eyes and trying to compose herself. Green spoke, giving the brunette a moment, “It’ll be okay. It’s not the end of the world, I promise. I’m not blaming you for something out of your control.”
Her lip wobbled. “What are we supposed to do? She took the video down, but people are still talking about it.”
Green could feel his heart melt. He knew what he was preparing himself to do, but now, it set in permanent ink.
“I will take care of it.”
A couple more tears trailed down her chin that Rockruff promptly licked up. Green wouldn’t want to be sixteen again, let alone being sixteen with current-day social media stress. It sounded like hell being a teenager nowadays. Being an adult wasn’t fun, but in rare instances, the years Green had notched in his belt felt worth it. With his years of stupid mistakes and learning from them, he could help a kid when she fumbled.
“Am I going to get in trouble?” Selene asked.
Green shook his head. “You’ve been through enough. You will be in trouble if you start not showing up to the Battle Tree for your monthly training.”
She managed a small smile and laughed at that. “I won’t skip. Promise.”
After another long hug, Selene wished her final goodbye, whisking up Rockruff and prancing off into the horizon line. Green cradled himself. It would all be okay.
It will be okay.
As water splashed up against his bare feet, Green snapped back to reality. He hadn’t noticed he was walking at all— let alone that Red was now swimming towards him. Green hoped he hadn’t missed Red wave at him or something.
Unceremoniously, Red splashed onto shore, clad in only his swim trunks that clung to his thighs awkwardly. He adjusted himself before treading up to Green and planting a soft kiss on his cheek, and Green tried not to recoil at how cold it was.
Red raised his hands between them. [You look like you’ve seen a ghost.]
Green didn’t say anything back. Was he supposed to feel good about his decision now that he’d made it? Because Green didn’t feel good— not at all. But he knew this was what he wanted to do, so why couldn’t his body just make up its mind and take that agonizing weight off his shoulders?
Red was looking at him worriedly; Green could feel it on his skin. He couldn’t conjure up anything to say. They made this decision together days ago, but it was still gnawing that little bit in the back of Green’s brain that made him scared. Partially, Green wished he could turn back time and make this situation never come to be in the first place. Then, maybe he would never have to be afraid.
Green shouldn’t be fearful; he’s a lucky man. He has a future, and a bright one at that— Red wants to marry him, for fuck’s sake! This whole shitshow was all going to happen at some point. They knew from the beginning that someone would eventually discover their relationship, and they prepared for that outcome. Yet, Green felt naked while he prepared to speak his vows.
“Green.”
Green refocused his eyes on Red’s. His eyes were as dark as they always were, but in the sun, they sparkled brightly. Green couldn’t help but feel light on his feet, being the one thing those jewels wanted.
Red smiled at him. “I love you.”
Red loved him. Still, he loved him. After everything, during everything, and before everything else, Red loved him.
“I love you, too.”
Green listened to his phone buzz for the umpteenth time. Vibration on silent was such a good invention, just not when you are trending worldwide.
Green’s plan was simple: post a romantic photo of Red and him kissing and then ignore his entire social life for twenty-four hours. And now, at 10 p.m., the seventh hour was slowly creeping past.
How did he expect himself to go through with this? Everyone could be ragging him right now, and he’d never know. What if he had an awkward boner in the picture that he didn’t see? What if the negative response outweighed the positive? What if—
God, their timeshare was so quiet without Red!
The only evidence that another person lived here was how cold the room was. Green didn’t think he’d ever need his sweatshirts from back home, but lo and behold, Red wanted to keep the A/C at an ungodly frigid temperature. This freezing torture was a trade-off for Green’s lovely tropical oasis outside, he guessed.
It wasn’t so bad. Usually, Red and Green were only ever home to sleep, and Green would curl up comfortably with his certified heater of a fiancé happily, none the wiser to the freezing air.
Unfortunately, Green was alone this night, so he clad himself from head to toe in socks, sweatpants, and one of Red’s sweatshirts— anything to keep him warm. Red had stepped out to get Green some 24-hour takeout, and Green was starting to regret letting him go. He was trying desperately to keep level-headed and calm, but the mission was proving harder and harder as the minutes ticked past.
This turmoil was for his friends, and everything would be worth it in the end. Hiding Red and his relationship was never going to last long-term. Rather than having someone else announce it, they should.
Green sat back against the pillows. Their queen-sized bed felt strangely empty. Red usually took up so much space while sleeping that it felt weird that only Green’s skinny frame occupied the sheets. As Green curled into himself, his bare skin rubbed against Red’s sweatshirt. A shiver ran through him as his hard nipples brushed against the soft fleece lining. Red’s scent surrounded Green as he brushed his nose against his arm. Did Red know how much Green missed him when he was away?
He felt pathetic. Green-motherfucking-Oak should be able to handle posting something online. He should also be able to manage not having his fiancé around so he can go to bed. He’s a grown man; he doesn’t need to get tucked in. It's not fair for Green to use his partner as a busboy to get him takeout. Did he not have two legs of his very own?
Why was Red always so much better than him?
The door clicked open. Green snapped his head up from his arms’ cage as he heard Red place down their takeout bag in the kitchen. Patiently, he waited in their bedroom as Red shuffled about. Green could envision what Red was doing with each step and every soft sound he let out— He took off his shoes, put away his keys, and took some dishes from their cabinets. The gentle white noise settled between Green’s ears and wrapped around his brain like a warm blanket.
Green forcibly smiled as he made his way to their room, still donning his coat and signature jeans. Red, of course, greeted Green with a genuine one as he entered, and Green opened himself up to accept a kiss. However, when Red leaned in for the expected smooch, in an unexpected move, he planted his large hands on Green’s torso and pushed him back onto the pillows further. Green made a confused noise as Red climbed on him to give him a deeper kiss than he’d anticipated.
Red’s lips were warm and incessant against Green’s, their plush roaming across Green like they hadn’t kissed a thousand times before. Red kissed him like Green was the best thing he’d tasted, and he wanted more. Green was a hot meal after a long day, a sugary cake for Red’s sweet tooth. Anything Green gave him— a bite, a slip of his tongue— Red lapped up greedily as if he would never get a chance to experience this again. Green got lost in the feeling, slowly rubbing his hands down Red’s broad back. He couldn’t string a thought together or utter any protest if he tried. Red caressed him so lovingly and wholly— so perfectly— that the fires of Green’s mind had no other choice than to be smothered.
All too soon, with a teasing lick to Green’s lower lip, Red pulled away.
“Hi.”
Green smiled, huffy, and chuckled lightly. “Hi, baby.”
Red sat down on Green’s abdomen, placing his hands on Green’s chest. He raised one of Green’s limp hands to his mouth for a softer kiss than the ones reserved for his lips. Green’s heart fluttered.
Red’s voice was deep. “How are you feeling?”
“I’ve been better.” If Red only knew.
A thumb rubbed against Green’s cheek with care, and Green leaned into Red’s palm. Suddenly, his entire body felt tired and weak, like he’d been fighting a war alone. Green wanted to pull Red on him like a weighted blanket and fall asleep there. He couldn’t help that Red had such a relaxing aura that it made Green’s head fuzzy and limbs sluggish.
“You’re late, you know,” Green added.
Red had the decency to look guilty. “Sorry. I got stopped a few times on the street.”
Green could imagine. “Are you really getting engaged to Green?” “When is the wedding?” “How long have you two been together?” “Why did you keep the secret for so long?” That question loop could go on for hours. They’d been the talk of the town for only a few hours, but word travels fast on the internet. Everyone probably knew about them at that point.
And once you post something on the internet, you can’t take it back.
Green’s stomach dropped. This was final, wasn’t it? He wasn’t going to wake up tomorrow feeling all fine and dandy because no one knew they slept in the same bed at the end of the day. No, everyone they met was going to know. Green hadn’t even told his grandfather, and now everyone knew.
Red sunk his teeth into Green’s cheek. Green recoiled and pushed him away, scrunching his face in annoyance. He tried to stare daggers into him, but Red looked back at him plainly, and Green began to feel embarrassed. His hot fiancé was on top of him, and Green could only think about how old geezer Samuel Oak took their relationship. Red was right: he was overthinking this.
“I’m proud of you.” Red smiled.
Green didn’t think there was anything to be proud of. “For what?”
Red smoothed his hands over Green’s chest, and he heaved out a sigh. Cautiously, Green’s stomach unraveled from its knot, opening itself up to fill with the sticky, familiar affection that hung between them. As Red trailed his blunt fingers lower, their warm wake washed over Green like a quiet, moonlit tide. Red naturally ran a few degrees hotter than Green, so when their skin brushed against each other, steaming earthquakes ran through their bodies in an addicting rumble. Even through fabric, Red’s fingers were effusive, mere static shocks that came with the cold winter months. Green remembers how those hands were clammy and shaky the first time he’d held them, but now they traced every curve of his body like they’d committed it to memory.
“I’m proud because you’re bein’ you,” Red finally answered. “You know, Green Oak: the strongest person I know.”
“I still can’t hold a candle to your strength.”
“I think we are both equally strong.” He ran his hands back up Green’s sides. “You handle things well when I don’t, and it’s the same the other way around. We’re a team.”
Green hoped his dimples weren’t showing. “And we’re strongest together.”
As if there were some sort of magnetic pull, Red’s lips latched onto Green’s. It felt like instinct; they could tell what was to happen without either person having to initiate. This dance they’d danced hundreds of times before, yet the meaning and heart behind each step had not faded.
Green placed his hands for leverage on Red’s inner thighs. The contact didn’t mean anything, but Red’s muscles jumped anyway; even his lips stuttered in their movements. It gave Green pause for a moment before he grew smug, rubbing his hands, now purposeful, up and down the flesh casually— never quite reaching Red’s apogee. Red sighed into Green’s mouth, lifting off his thighs and jolting again when Green moved to palm his ass.
Bringing their hips together, Green pulled Red closer. Red tensed, his back arching, allowing Green to grab handfuls of his gorgeous fat, and as Green guided, Red’s hips began to rock lazily. Red’s breaths began to hitch, and Green smiled against him, pushing them harder into a full-on grind.
Red must have realized what he was doing because he pulled away, eyebrows knit together with an accompanying pout. Green frowned, trying to entice him again, but Red had steeled his body, making all his efforts futile.
“Your food’s getting cold,” Red admonished.
“We have a microwave.” Green squeezed his ass again. Red’s face lightened, though he pulled his right hand behind him to capture Green’s corresponding left, much to his dismay.
Red brought his hand between them, intertwining their fingers— thick and thin. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to make out. Time’s ticking for your third meal today.”
“Second. I didn’t eat lunch.”
Under Red's intense glare, Green couldn't help but shrink. “All the more reason for you to eat.”
Green whined as Red pulled away, and in response, he only rolled his eyes and gave him a quick, unsatisfying peck on the cheek before hopping off the bed. Misery seeped into Green’s skin as he prepared to follow his fiancé to leave the place he’d been rotting all day, only to be replaced with a light fright as Red suddenly wrapped his beefy arms around his torso and picked him up. He would deny the small yelp he let out as he scrambled to get a grip on Red's shoulders.
With grace, Red maneuvered Green through their apartment, bobbing and weaving through their furniture to plop him down on the couch. Their living room was quaint, with only the floral couch facing their television, a coffee table, and an armchair in its belly. Their home was a timeshare, so the furniture wasn’t much to their taste, but a few personal trinkets and add-ons littered the room, making it feel cozy and lived-in. Red left him there, returning a couple of minutes later with a full plate of food and his coat removed. Green took the plate, pausing for a moment to drink in what was on it.
Katsudon. Red had gotten him authentic katsudon. Pre-cut into easy-to-eat cubes.
“What are we celebrating?” He asked.
Red shot him a small smile as he shuffled to sit with him, arm braced against the back cushion and cradling his head in a way that made his face bright and dreamy. Green’s chest began to tighten. How was he so gorgeous? He had no right to smile in that stupidly-in-love type-of-way.
“We are celebrating our engagement.”
In pink puffy clouds, Green's ribs got smothered. Red was so unbelievably smitten with him— he just wanted to cry the happiest tears a man could muster. How had he gotten so lucky? Some people were intimidated by Red's big muscles and sharp mind, but Green couldn't see anything but his tender, bleeding heart. Red was a gentle giant, spending more time showing off new things he’d learned about plants and Pokémon over picking fights and battling. Some days, Green wondered how this man dismantled a gang single-handedly.
They had already celebrated their engagement numerous times with marathon sex, fancy dinner dates, and the like. Red showed him off like a purebred poodle to anyone they spoke to, praising him for every achievement and breakthrough endlessly. With the way Red looked at him then— how people never noticed their relationship was mind-boggling.
Red must be so giddy that he got to show off Green as his now. This predicament might have some perks, after all.
As Green ate his first few bites, Red began to cuddle him close, spilling details about his day: how his field research went, if there were any notable battles at work, the gossip he’d overheard. Many people thought they could pull a fast one on the big guy, whispering secrets behind his back, thinking he was zoned out, but quite the contrary was true. Red always listened and would regurgitate whatever someone told him to his partner later that night. It was somewhat of a routine they’d fallen into over dinner; Red would say some gossip, and Green would fill him in on all the juicy details. You could say that Red was Green’s secret weapon to being so in the loop.
“Did you really not eat lunch? What did you do all day?”
Green groaned around a mouthful of rice. “I moped.”
Red pressed his head against his shoulder, tickling Green’s neck with his unruly black hair. Gently, he began to rub his thigh, too, not meaning to tease or entice, only reassure with his warm palms. Taking a deep breath, Green laid his head on Red's, letting himself be comforted by his touch.
“It was okay, though,” he added. “Got further in my research paper.”
Red hummed, seemingly content with that answer. If Green didn’t have any problems, neither did he. After that, their conversation lulled into an abating silence, only quiet scrapes of Green finishing his meal filling the space.
The stillness lasted until Green breathed a massive sigh, letting his empty plate fall into his lap. Red shifted, restarting his light motions, but his fiancé didn’t relax this time.
“Are you embarrassed by me?”
Red fully sat up then, quite frankly looking offended by the question. “No.”
Green couldn’t meet his firm gaze. It felt silly saying out loud, and now Red would be worried about him. He just couldn’t pick and choose his battles today.
“I— Sorry. I don’t think that. I’m just doubting myself today.”
Red took his plate and placed it on their coffee table. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He’d already laid himself bare for people to eat his heart today, and Green didn’t think he could handle Red taking a bite, too. But, unlike the vultures in his phone, Red could give and didn’t just take.
“I want everyone to know about us. But, I also feel inadequate sometimes, like I’m not what people expect when they hear that The Indigo Champion Red has settled down with someone. And I wonder if trying to claim you as mine comes from insecurity more than anything.” He sighs. “I should be happy keeping everything private because other people shouldn’t care about our relationship.”
“But you’re not happy keeping things private,” Red observed. “You don’t like to lie or keep things under wraps. You’ve told me it feels like you’re bottling things up, and you hate that.”
Keeping secrets is like poking a bear: eventually, it will bite you in the ass. And for Green, he’d spent his entire life keeping secrets, to the point he’d lost himself in the fog of deceit. He couldn’t tell who he was anymore. Was Green this fake facade he’d put up for everyone else, or was he actually the person he was when away from prying eyes? Was he losing what was important to him now?
“And,” Red started again, “I think you’re putting a lot of weight on our reputations. I also think you’ve forgotten that you, Mr. Oak, are an Indigo League Champion too.” Green shielded his nose from Red’s prying, devilish fingers with a squeal. “Do you want me to get into an arranged marriage with another Champion?” Red pushed with more strength on Green’s arm shield. “Do you want me to get married off to someone I don’t know because we both are good with Pokémon? Or would you rather me get married to scrappy, bullheaded Green Oak?”
Green screamed with a laugh when Red suddenly attacked his very ticklish side. He desperately tried to push his assailant away, but all efforts were futile when resisting tons of pure rock and tar. Kicking and squirming, Green professed, “I want to get married to you! You! Only you!”
Red let up his assault, instead opting to layer kisses onto Green’s cheeks. “I love you.”
One would think that with the amount Red confessed his undying love, the words would cheapen in value. Green had heard the saying many times when people ran out of things to say. His grandfather and sister got stumped on how to approach him when he was in his head, so their love was only ever offered as a wet band-aid to stave off a breakdown. However, when Red professed his love, it never lost any of its polish. Every time he showed it off, it was shiny and well-cared for, absolute in its sincerity. His heart bank offered no withdrawal fees or interest, only donations from time to time. And, to both of their fortune, Green was a charitable man.
“I love you, too.”
Red beamed and enthusiastically leaned in to seal their lips like he was waiting with bated breath for Green’s answer as if it wasn’t the same every time. For this exchange, Green let Red take over, reveling in his gentle, smooth motions that tickled each nerve ending in Green’s body in such a way that left him wanting more. Typically, Green would beg and barter with Red’s tongue to give him any modicum of dominance, but some days, Red taking the lead was just what they needed to satiate their gluttony. His kisses were taunting and tender, addicting like sweet nicotine on a cold summer night. Always Red stayed composed and poised, intent on preparing each dish and course of their meal with artistry and grace. He lapsed his time carefully, finding every portion of tongue and tease deliberately, leaving a rich fullness by the night's end.
Green couldn’t help but get swept up in the sweetness of chocolate, swallowing up Red’s need as he pulled them impossibly closer, bracing one of his large hands against Green’s nape. Soon, his fingers began to tangle in his hair, delighted by the heat of Green’s flush that had dripped down his neck.
Smiling against his lips, Green pulled Red’s shirt, beckoning him closer. Red teetered on the idea for a minute before relenting and hitching his leg over Green’s hips to straddle him. He was just where Green wanted him.
When Red jumped at the shock of Green’s cold hands on his skin, his partner laughed in delight. Sick and twisted Green may be for never passing up the opportunity to give Red pause. Now, he could lap up his expression— dark eyes lustful and clouded over, pink lips flavored red and puffy, spit shining off his bottom lip like a sugary glaze. Quickly, Red’s face morphed into discontent, thumping his head against Green’s chest as his ears burned. He knew what Green had planned, did he?
“Red,” he singsonged his name sweetly. Red didn’t move, so Green took the only way out: forward.
As Green’s fingers trailed up his broad back, Red’s muscles tensed in their wake. When the couple started to learn how they ticked and turned, Green discovered something that had made it into their routine every subsequent time. It was simple, vanilla even, but without fail, it got Red into a tizzy.
Red was sensitive— remarkably so. He was no stranger to cumming prematurely or making downright pornographic noises at the slightest graze of skin, but Green’s obsession was Red’s chest. His tits were— crudely-put— fat and bouncy, all soft muscle underneath shirts that barely contained it. At times they were warm pillows to rest a head on, and other times they were masses of pure, cultured man-meat that carried incredible strength. Green, in particular, was keyed in on a tiny secret they had—
“Ah—”
— Red’s nipples were especially touchy.
The pressure in the room shifted, gravity weighing them down and turning the air heavy. Engulfed, they were in lust, sinking into the heart of her bosom like rocks in a pond. Red braced himself against Green’s arms, meeting his gaze steadily but mouth ajar in a quiet whine. Green smirked, proud of himself. He was an artist with unbelievable craftsmanship.
“Is—” Red’s thought abruptly cut off as a bothersome index and thumb rolled his left nipple between each other. He cleared his throat, “Is this what you want tonight?”
Green hummed, circling the bud now. “Just this? I don’t know; do you have anything else on the table?”
Even though it wobbled on the edges, Red mirrored Green's smile. “Are you asking to have sex?”
“Well, if you’re offering….”
“Mm, I don’t know,” Red chuckled as he leaned close. His breath brushed past Green’s lips like sickly sweet smoke. “Can I eat you out?”
Any day of the fucking week.
Scared this opportunity would pass, Green nodded frantically. Red’s grin widened as he pulled away, Green giving his tits one last parting squeeze. He would miss them, but with Red stationing himself on the floor between his legs, any doubt in his decision got thrown out the window. Red positioned Green’s legs to spread wide to accommodate his bulky shoulders, but Green slung them on top, effectively caging Red in. He was not getting away from this.
Smoothing his hands over Green’s thighs, Red’s brow twitched. “I’m going to go get towels.”
Green groaned. “Seriously?”
“Yes, ‘seriously’. It’s not our couch.”
“It’s our couch for two years! You can eat me out on it.”
Red didn’t budge. “It’s towels on the couch or no towels on the bed.”
Timeshares sucked. Green would personally pay to have the couch refurbished, but no, Red had to be the bigger person and didn’t think with his dick. What a load of malarkey.
“Bed.”
With a nod, Red got to his feet with cracking knees that would put Green’s grandpa to shame. Green didn’t have time to think of something snarky about his partner’s old age before Red lifted him, once more dodging their furniture and knick knacks with grace before returning Green to his side of the bed. He swore he sunk in like he’d worn a hole into the mattress today.
It was dark in the bedroom, but Red flicked on the bedside light, offering a little ambiance but nothing special. Again, Red kneeled on the floor, beckoning Green to sling his knees over the bed, which he did happily. Of course, not waiting for a second to cage Red in by his ears.
“Are you going to take your pants off?”
“Are you going to whip your cock out?” Green quipped. “Do I have to do everything around here?”
Red rolled his eyes. “In your eagerness, you seemingly have trapped me on the floor, unable to take anything off. So, are you going to do it or are you going to let me?”
Exasperated, Green mumbled something to himself before disengaging his leg air-lock and shimmying his pants and boxers off, throwing them somewhere to be forgotten. Then, he practically shoved Red against himself if the man didn’t resist all the strength in Green’s legs.
“Easy! It’s not my fault you got dressed today,” Red chuckled. Green was about to jump off the bed and give him a piece of his mind until the bastard blew gently on his sopping wet folds. Suddenly, Green relaxed, every fighting bone in his body crumbling to dust until he was barely putty heaped onto their bed. He could imagine the smug smirk that was on Red’s face.
Green didn’t have to imagine for long because Red was starting to plant kisses up his thigh; slowly, deliberately, garnishing every one with the tease of teeth that played Green’s nerves like a pick to a guitar. Red’s hands surrounded the backs of Green’s thighs, warming him up against the air-conditioning, somewhat forming a whispered apology for the arctic temperatures. He couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment, Red had sealed them in a bubble that was not to be broken and wasn’t going to let the icy needles blowing around their room prick Green’s delicate skin.
Red’s kisses were sloppy, open-mouthed, and wet, offering no real pattern or sense behind their madness, but that was also what made them alluring. As far as Green was concerned, Red knew his body better than he, and leave it up to him to find a perfect spot to bite down. Whether it be a stretch of skin that bruises easily or a nerve ending tickling just behind, Red knew it. And, however rough the trajectory, he was making his way up Green’s thighs.
Green ached. His core was throbbing with the lack of attention, no doubt drooling onto their sheets by now. The anticipation burned— Red’s mouth a cigarette burning its end on Green’s skin to create a gorgeous welt that he would feel later. Red would lead him to his downfall eventually, but here, in this quiet, Green felt him in his lungs, offering comfort and an ache that would only be quenched with another drag.
Then, Red’s tongue reached home, licking a long stripe up Green’s slit. Green trembled and scrambled to find purchase on Red’s hair, but it was too late. He’d fallen overboard, into his addiction, and nothing could save him from this fate.
Red started slow and deliberate, curling his tongue around his labia and collecting every drop of Green’s need. Green felt him dip lower, not missing how he dribbled onto their sheets, slowly lapping up each lazy rivulet like a fine wine. When Red had his taste, he moved back up to the keg, drunkenly drawing from the source with his finger and proceeding to spread its sticky inebriation around. And like an alcoholic reveling in his mess, Red leaned forward once more to clean every inch of Green’s labia, giving extra care to his inner lips that had started to throb.
Languidly, Red milked more and more sounds from Green. He whimpered quietly at first, raving into a mewl, then a moan. Red squeezed his thighs, encouraging, and when he reached his clit, Green cried out in full, releasing his inhibitions into the rapids.
Green’s clit was his crux— the root at his center. It branched everywhere, sucking up every morsel of liquid lust Red gave and spreading it across every muscle group and stretch of skin. In some ways, it was also a string strung tight on a violin. And if he was an instrument, Red was the bow, playing every beautiful note with the soul of a musician. Red knew he sounded best when stroked against the clock and to the left of his bulb, rubbing so perfectly against the shaft that Green feared tearing up.
Unabashed, Green moaned into the night air. “Fuck, baby, just like that.”
In acknowledgment, Red hummed, which only caused Green’s hips to jump and his legs to snap around him like a vice. Undeterred, Red moved his hands around to the squishy, fleshy fat of Green’s thighs, pulling him open once more and keeping that strong grip firm so that when he hummed again, and Green had the same reaction, he could move freely.
And freely he moved, sealing his mouth over Green and moving through the alphabet with his tongue. If there were things Green couldn’t mind, it was his P’s and Q’s, but against his foundation, he was weak, begging for more as Red drew his capitals and lower cases lazily. Green let out a litany of curses from his own alphabet, his breath starting to heave and his heart beginning to pound, but his ribs held strong.
Red was tightening him too far— tuning to a perfect note, but one that threatened the integrity of his instrument. Green fisted Red’s hair, unsure of whether to pull him closer or push him away. Instead of deciding, his mouth lolled open, singing for his heart, his love.
“Y— You feel so good, baby. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum—”
Green’s thighs were shaking and his back was arching. Red’s grip on him had become deadly, pushing against Green’s strength as if it was nothing, his only intent to push him closer and closer to the precipice. There, Green teetered as he begged and pleaded for mercy, sobbing out Red’s name like a prayer. Then, Red pushed.
The world was silent for a moment. Then, it exploded— every color and flavor springing forth only to plunge into Green and spread across every one of his cells, spreading their fizzy mirth down each nook and curve of his body all the way to his toes. His heart was leaping, pounding against his broken ribs, full of syrupy sweets and tropical fruit.
Red held him as he shook, careening from a heaven they’d built together back down to earth. And as Green twitched and convulsed as he broke through the ozone, Red was there to cushion him, lead him back under the covers, and into the crawl of domesticity. Slowly, Green returned to his body, his soul smoothing out every stray jolt and jump. And of course, Red was there to welcome him back with wide eyes and an enamored face.
They were pressed chest to chest, their heartbeats so equal in their intensity that it seemed they beat as one. With a few huffs, Green managed a small smile, Red mirroring it tenfold. No words could ever do moments like this justice, so Green just pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn’t exactly chaste, but it wasn’t deep either. Only a kiss, it was, but more than either of them could ever say.
As Green’s breathing slowed, Red pulled away. There, he studied him, committing every out-of-place hair and drop of sweat to memory. He smiled again, satisfied with his score. Dipping down, in a final act, Red placed a treble clef of a kiss against Green’s nose.
“You’re gorgeous,” Red breathed.
Green couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why, thank you. You’re not so bad-lookin’ yourself.”
“How’re you feelin’?” Red placed feather-light kisses on his eyelids.
And, just like that, Red had made one very grave mistake. He stretched to reach Green just then, and his very hard, very big dick was rubbing against Green’s ass.
It may have not been the wisest decision, but Green grinded against him weakly. He was a man of few inhibitions, and when it came to Red, they may as well not even be there. Red tensed, only to break his barriers and gently move with him. His hot breath ghosted over Green’s lips, an omen of his aching desire, and Green smiled against his mouth.
“I’m feelin’ peachy keen.”
“That’s—” Red swallowed. “That’s good.”
He’s waiting— waiting for Green to tell him it was okay to continue. His rocking wasn’t pushy, rather one of the slow grinds that accompanies a quiet make-out session, but it was also halting and stiff, like he was trying to calm himself down. That wasn’t very fun.
Green rubbed his sides and Red sighed softly. Lower and lower his fingers trailed, down the curve of his hip bones and settling in his waistband. Red pulled himself close, burying his head into Green’s shoulder as his hips stuttered.
Green let a smile cross his face. “Do you wanna go further tonight?”
Red’s breath hitched, and after a pause, he nodded.
And like that, Red was standing up, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans with a ferocity Green had rarely seen out of him. He kicked the offending clothing over into the abyss where Green’s lay, returning to curl himself over Green a second later. Smoothly, he sealed their lips in a honeyed kiss that drizzled onto Green’s limbs, making him slow and lethargic. His core pulsed numbly, completely giving into instinct.
Green didn’t realize that he was pulling on Red’s shirt until he laughed against him, pulling away for a brief moment to give Green a benign look. Red obliged Green’s carnal desire and took off his shirt. Green watched unabashedly as his tits bounced when they were freed and he indulged himself by burying his hands in their fleshy oasis.
As Green’s fingers brushed over his nipples, he shot Red an incredulous glare. “Oh, so you are cold.” He pinched the noticeably hard buds for emphasis.
Red moaned under his breath and Green reveled in the full body shudder that ran through him. Though, when Green looked back up to see the expected pornographic expression, he was met with indifference.
“You and this thermostat thing,” Red chuckled. “And that’s a stretch of your imagination. I’m horny! Of all people, I never thought I’d hear you complain about my nipples.”
Green’s eyes rolled with the pink buds between his fingers. Red knew better than to fight him on the temperature of their space, so he just kissed him again. When he moved, his clothed need pressed against Green fully, slipping easily between the folds. Even through the fabric, the heat coming from him was akin to a radiator, pulsing and needy.
Red’s thrusts slowly began to crescendo, his head catching on Green’s vulva as if it was urging him inside. Through their kisses, Green groaned as it caught on his over sensitive clit, which caused Red to mutter a whispered apology against his mouth. But Green didn’t care— couldn’t bring himself to give one shit. Red needed to fuck him right here, right now or he was going to strangle someone.
Green parted from their lip lock to wrangle Red’s dick from his underwear, but the fucker laughed and pushed him away to do it himself. He hoped that the bastard’s boxers got stained from his little frot-fest. After a lot of shuffling, an underwear-less Red returned, only to smack his cock against Green’s clit. Green’s entire body jumped in complete shock at Red’s little attempt at revenge which only made Green glare daggers at the carefree idiot who was attached to him. Red did not deserve that weapon between his legs.
Green’s anger melted away once Red planted a chaste kiss to his temple, whispering sweet nothings to him. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Red had him. Red would never let anything bad happen to him, not while they were like this. Red was safe— Red was home.
Red would be Green’s home for the rest of their lives.
Without warning, Green wrapped his arms around Red’s shoulders and hugged him tight. Red took it in stride, burying his face into Green’s neck and petting his sides. The low timber of Red hums as he sucked kisses into the crook loosened every rusty screw that was holding Green back. Green squeezed tighter, trying desperately to dam himself back up with Red’s bulky body, but it was no use. He was starting to tremble, a mere leaf in the wind.
Red kissed his jawline. “You okay?”
More than okay. Way, way better than just okay. It would be pathetic to start crying happy tears right now— what a way to kill a boner. So, Green nodded, scrunching up his face to reign himself in.
Thankfully, Red took that as an acceptable answer, even if his kisses started to turn tender and heartfelt instead of hot and messy. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Green composed himself and let Red pull away to look at him. He was smiling so softly, so delicately that Green could hardly believe he was being trusted with such a sight.
Green was going to cry for sure now. There was no stopping it, only delaying the inevitable. Frantically, he thought of a solution and he cleared his throat.
“Can you— uhm, can you let me turn around?”
Red nodded and stepped away, Green turning over to lay on his stomach. His ears heated as he pulled his knees underneath him to support his hips, presenting himself in a way that must have seemed whoreish. To add insult to injury, his pussy decided to remind Green that, hey, he just got eaten out, by drooling down the inside of his thighs. Now Green was exceptionally glad that Red couldn’t see his face.
Red’s body heat enveloped Green’s back a second later to press small kisses on his nape, then, after he was satisfied, it faded, replaced by Red’s huge hands spreading Green’s asscheeks like he had not an ounce of shame. Green wiggled his hips and groaned, trying to tell him to get a move on, and luckily Red understood, hand leaving one of his cheeks to wrap around his cock and tease Green’s entrance.
Indulgently, Red rubbed himself over the split of Green, purposefully avoiding his clit because he had seemingly learned his lesson. Green’s core realized suddenly that its job wasn’t done and started to clench and lube up Red’s cock to the best of its abused ability. And, with a grunt, Red finally— finally— eased himself inside.
Slowly, Red’s dick refamiliarized itself with Green. The glide without resistance since Green had none left to give, loose and barely a solid object as he melted against the mattress. Red cooled the heat inside him with every inch, an icecube in too-hot coffee. The cut of Red’s head blundered against Green’s g-spot like an old friend and Red stopped for a moment to schmooze with it before moving on past. Red’s left hand splayed against the small of Green’s back as he got further and further in. His nails scratched at the unblemished skin when he got fully seated, groaning in tandem with Green.
Red was filling— a ten-course meal and sex on legs with a massive cock to boot. He stretched Green out in such a delicious way that he could feel every bump and vein Red’s cock bragged. It felt like he was made to take him, like Red carved a spot out inside him that only he could and would ever fill.
“Fuck, you take it like it’s nothin’,” Red breathed. Green could feel his eyes sharply pinpointed at his hole stretching around the base of his cock and he gave Red a small clench to drive him up the wall.
Expectedly, Red groaned, palming Green’s asscheeks once again to get a better view. He began to pull out, watching every torturous second with rapt interest. Green felt emptier and emptier with each moment that ticked by and tried to squeeze down on the remaining bulk to keep it inside. Red was merciful, sliding back in and out again with a normal pace this time.
These first few thrusts were to get Red acclimated, but once he achieved that and they got completed, Green was pushed into the mattress. One of Red’s hands flew to his head, the other firmly seated on his hip, his thrusts picking up speed and ferocity. Green moaned into the plush bed, turning his head to the side so Red could hear how much he needed this.
Red’s hand was fully fisted into his hair now, simultaneously pulling on the strands whose endings trickled down Green’s spine and pushing his entire head down to manhandle him. Green loved this— every moment where Red asserted his strength over him, he was completely enraptured, his entire being pleading, begging to be taken. He knew how those muscles flexed and moved under the pressure of sex and Green’s mouth couldn’t do anything but water.
Green couldn’t stay quiet when they were like this— not when Red was rubbing against him like that and definitely not in this position that was only making his cock breach deeper. With little care, he cried into the night, sounds that only Red could milk from him; desperate, impoverished, needy noises that were loud, yet weak to their cause. Red loved to hear him; loved hearing the desperation and urgency in his voice that heightened with how good he was feeling.
Red stroked Green like he’d been trained for it all his life, hitting his spots with trained accuracy and skill. More and more he got into it, delighted in how Green’s ass bounced with each plunge into that wet heat.
Green was going to explode. He was going to die right here in Red’s arms. He fucked him so good, so perfectly that all else melted away. No, he must stay here for a while longer, not until he can pull Red’s climax from him.
“More, please more,” Green begged. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, they were shaking with the intensity and now they were gone. Red’s cock was his only anchor now, and it gave him exactly what he wanted.
Suddenly, Red grabbed onto his sweatshirt’s hood and tugged. Green gasped as his head was lifted from its sanctuary as the fabric pulled around his throat.
“Louder.”
Green was helpless to the demand, crying out a litany of profanity and carnal noises for Red’s ears. His head lolled back and angled his moans into the open air, his neck useless as he was choked.
Red pounded into him harder, punching out the sluttiest noises from Green’s lungs, but he didn’t care; Red’s cock was fucking into his stomach and he didn’t care. More, and more, and more he gave, hitting Green’s g-spot like it was a bullseye and he was the best darts athlete in the world.
Fuck, he was going to cum. It hadn’t been very long, but Green was going to cum. His legs were wobbling, he could tell, and fuck—
Red wrapped his arm around Green’s torso, pulling him fully back onto his chest as he stood and Green was helpless to him. Red’s back slammed against their wall, his hips angled up and his hands moving to support the back of Green’s knees as he leaned back. Then, Red began thrusting up into his throbbing pussy again, his blunt head hitting part of Green he didn’t even know Red could reach.
Red’s voice was nothing less than a growl. “Tell everyone who you belong to.”
Green was crying now, full on sobbing out Red’s name for anyone to hear. Green was Red’s— only Red’s. He tried to reach around to the back of Red’s head for some stability, but it was too late. His orgasm was approaching at mach speeds and he could only allow it to hit him.
He was screaming— he had to have been. He could feel each plea in his throat, but his ears had never received the sound. Green was nothing yet everything in space, his entire body numb yet oversensitive as each wave crashed into him with no restraint under the full moon.
Red held onto him like a lifeline, Green his only salvation in this world. He just kept fucking going.
Green’s ears were ringing when he came to. He hadn’t even realized he’d zoned out, but Red’s thrusts were starting to get erratic and syncopated. Then, his dam gave way and hot strings of cum painted Green’s inside. He felt each one cool his burning skin as Red buried his head in Green’s neck and sunk into bliss.
Red thrust up twitchily and erratic, milking his balls of every ounce they could offer. His spend dripped down Green’s spent hole and Red’s dick and eventually, lazily dribbled onto the floor. He kept cumming and cumming and Green felt every twitch and hot spurt in his core.
Red’s heart beat in a violent arpeggio against Green’s back, and as Green’s feeling came back to his limbs and chest, he could tell they were beating as one.
Still holding onto Green for dear life, Red turned around and plopped back onto the mattress, bringing his spent lover with him. There, they panted, Red’s cock slipping out of Green with a wet plop. Green groaned, spending the last ounces of his energy sitting up and bringing the waning flesh back inside where it could keep Red’s cum in.
When Green thumped back against Red’s chest, his fiancé laughed and brought his arms around Green’s chest in a warm hug.
“I can’t wait to marry you.”